The ghost's laughter was exceptionally loud, and the blurry figure gradually became clear, revealing the Draenei's imposing physique and aged face, which looked at Khadgar with a mocking expression.
"Prophet Velen."
Khadgar instinctively took a few steps back, his face filled with utter horror.
He thought he had successfully deceived the ghost and gained his trust with lies, but it turns out he was the one who had been fooled.
Velen's eyes gleamed with a cold light as he carefully examined Khadgar, and he smiled slightly:
"Archmage Khadgar, do you remember when we first met in the Lunarfall? We worked together very well back then."
Khadgar, aware of his predicament, said ingratiatingly:
"Yes, we've always been good friends. I was heartbroken to hear the news of your passing, and I never imagined I'd see you again."
Velen smiled contentedly, "Yes, we are good friends. You will help me, right?"
"Certainly!"
Although he didn't understand, Khadgar answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Velen said with dramatic intonation, "There are two Velens in this era. We know each other. Only one can survive. I, who have become a ghost, am at a disadvantage. I must obtain a Draenei body and then quickly regain my strength."
No one knows you better than Velen, Khadgar asked with some surprise, "How can I help you?"
The Ghost Velen is far Khadgar doesn't think he can be of any help.
Velen paused for a moment before speaking:
"I need to possess the body of a Draenei. At that time, my strength is at its lowest point, and I need your help to send me to a safe place. There is a secret palace near Shadowmoon Valley. I will tell you the coordinates of the palace."
Khadgar was surprised that Velen would believe him, but Velen confidently replied:
"Your mentor, the Star Mage Medivh, only taught you the magic of Azeroth, not the magical arts of the Burning Legion. If you are willing to help me, I will teach you a complete system of Arcane Magic, more powerful than the magic of Azeroth, encompassing the magic of a magical civilization destroyed by the Burning Legion. You can establish your own school and become a grandmaster of magic."
An Archmage would never refuse to learn new magic, Khadgar couldn't hide his longing, and Velen further said:
"This Arcane Magic is not only incredibly powerful, but it also grants near-immortality. If it weren't for serving the Holy Light, I would never have given up cultivating it."
Khadgar hesitated because he distrusted Velen; what if Velen was fabricating something?
Velen understood immediately and whispered a set of magical incantations to him, called Arcane Secret Realm.
With Khadgar's understanding of Arcane Magic, he immediately recognized the immense power of this spell.
Using Arcane to weave illusions, blurring the line between reality and illusion, and unwittingly dragging enemies into them, thus achieving mental torment, this is a magical system completely different from that of Azeroth.
"Now you believe me, right?" Velen asked.
Khadgar dismissed his doubts; from this glimpse, he could see the whole picture and confirm that a complete magical system truly existed.
Both sides reached an agreement, Cho'gall's team was approaching the spaceship. Velen whispered the instructions:
"You don't need to do anything. I'll severely damage Cho'gall's team, then retrieve the Draenei's body and return here. After I merge with it, you and I will teleport away together, and no one will know you exist."
Khadgar gazed greedily into the depths of the spaceship and asked:
What about K'ure?
Velen scoffed, "I've become like this, do you think K'ure will escape unscathed? Forget about him, you're too late."
Khadgar was very disappointed. After thinking for a long time, he asked in confusion:
"I don't understand. Since you knew your strength would be greatly reduced after fusing with the Draenei, why didn't you take your body and escape to a safe place to make further plans?"
Velen sighed helplessly, "I'd like to do that, but if I can't merge with the Draenei body, I won't be able to leave Oshu'gun."
Although he did not encounter that terrifying ghost again, Cho'gall remained cautious and sent several Cyclops to scout ahead after spotting the Draenei's ship.
The Cyclops returned quickly, informing them that it was safe inside, but the roads were very complicated, like a maze.
Cho'gall was secretly surprised, feeling that this matter was not so simple, and hesitated whether he should enter the spaceship.
Suddenly, a terrifying laugh rang out, black mist filled the air, and the ghostly Prophet Velen, enveloped in an aura of endless death, lunged at Cho'gall's army.
Cho'gall was completely unprepared. In the very first exchange, he was slammed against the wall by Velen's magic, gushing blood and his fate unknown.
"Dare to enter Oshu'gun, you're all dead, you all deserve to die."
This time, Velen was completely different from the gentle and refined person he had met last time. He was full of rage and killing intent. Without Cho'gall's command, the Ogre Mages barely managed to form a formation to stop Velen.
Velen did not charge towards the mage's encirclement, but instead attacked the panicked Draenei.
"The mighty Power of the Holy Light and the flesh and blood of the Draenei are now mine, Cho'gall. I love the gift you brought."
Velen's body moved like a ghost among the Lightforging Draenei. With each brief contact, he would drain the Power of the Holy Light from a Draenei. Before long, a hundred Draenei collapsed weakly to the ground, their bodies utterly exhausted from the loss of Holy Light.
"Flesh and blood, merge together, and a perfect body will be born; the true power of the Draenei will once again shine upon the world."
"No, no, someone please save us!"
The Draenei screamed in agony, drawn together involuntarily. Their bodies shattered, their flesh fused together, forming a massive, bloody abscess.
The Ogre Mages formed a defensive array, but upon seeing this terrifying scene, they were all terrified and naturally dared not meddle.
Velen spun rapidly around the fleshy pustules, continuously casting spells to ensure the smooth growth of the flesh.
Before long, the withered flesh dissipated, and a young Draenei stood up.
Tall and well-proportioned, with handsome features, he exuded an aura of saintly nobility that inspired awe. Behind the young Draenei, a pair of enormous wings covered in black feathers unfurled.
Velen nodded in satisfaction, then set aside his strength to lead the young man away.
Suddenly, a group of people ran out from the mountain crevice. At the front were more than a dozen ghosts, and the leader was none other than Archbishop Hasmat, who was terrified when he saw the young man with wings.
"This is Blasphemer, an ancient taboo on the Argus Planet. Velen, what do you intend to do?"
Velen laughed heartily, "Hasmat, you're late, but you're very lucky to witness the birth of a great miracle."
Having said that, the ghost Velen transformed into a strange Gale, swept up the young man with his eyes closed, and entered the spaceship.
Archbishop Hasmat hurriedly gave chase, but unfortunately the interior of the spaceship had been modified and become as complex as a maze, making it difficult to find Velen for a while.
Durotan, panting, caught up and stood at the ship's door, closing his eyes. Shadow power rippled within him. After a long while, he said:
"I now know the structure inside the spaceship. Follow me, all of you. Let us find the Blasphemer Velen."